You`re Pretty When I`m Drunk

<br>One night me and the crew hit the rad on a mission<br>To slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin`<br>Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless<br>Until we brought Skip O` Pot2mus<br>And Daddy`s gonna get some probably underage and dumb<br>And everybody knows that the Daddy eats his young<br>Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink<br>Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink<br>M.S.G.`s tanked up and wizzin` in a cup<br>Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up<br>Cause I`m the one bottle Willy with the 12 Horse Ale<br>After that I get silly like Soupy Sales<br>Now it`s midnight and I`m completely boofy blitzed<br>A six of Shlitz and the jew brew Manischewitz<br>With my beer-tinted glasses I`m ready to bitty battle<br>I`m hungry like the wolf but I`ll end up tending cattle<br>Chorus:<br>Cause you`re pretty when I`m drunk<br>(You`re pretty when I`m drunk)<br>You`re pretty when I`m drunk<br>(You`re pretty when I`m drunk)<br>You`re pretty when I`m drunk<br>(You`re pretty when I`m drunk)<br>You`re pretty when I`m drunk<br>(And I`m pretty fuckin` drunk)<br>Here she comes, a funky fried cutie<br>Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty<br>Cause I`m Mr. McFeelie with a speedy delivery<br>You`d think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin` me<br>But maybe I should check and see if this is where I wanna be<br>Hey Lupus is she cute? Yea for a Pygmie<br>Aw! What do you know? You`re probably going home alone<br>And it wouldn`t be the first time that I gave a dog a bone<br>Plus beauty, it`s only skin deep<br>It`s in the eye of the beholder and my beholder`s about to tweak<br>I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can<br>It`s a menage a trois you and me and Heineken<br>(Chorus)<br>Regrets I`ve had a few<br>First and foremost I`d like to mention you<br>For the sake of conversation we`ll call you the Brand New Heavy<br>You`re a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy<br>You can call it big-boned, I`d prefer to call it gut<br>You`re Buddha you`re Shamu you`re Jabba the fuckin` Hutt<br>You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy<br>I smelt tuna melt but I wasn`t gonna worry<br>It was 3 a.m. and I wasn`t gettin` squat<br>So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot<br>I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian<br>Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin`<br>I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance<br>But how was I supposed to know that Jabberjaws lived in your pants<br>At that junction I came to realize<br>That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size<br>Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament<br>That you were not a girl you were an experiment<br>(Chorus)